Charlotte stared straight ahead, but her body heated several degrees, making me smirk. The elevator arrived, and we stepped onto it. Though I didn’t draw her closer, I didn’t move away and kept our connection through my touch.
The air was thick with sexual tension, and it took Herculean strength not to push Charlotte up against the wall and sink my long, thick cock into her tight pussy. The only thing stopping me was knowing it would be too far, too fast. It wasn’t as if we were under surveillance where someone could see and hear my woman when I made her come. I’d had the cameras in this elevator rewired to turn them off with the touch of my fingerprint, which I did whenever Charlotte and I were alone in there. To any observer, it looked like I used the scan rather than a key card to set the car in motion.
It was on the list of places I intended to fuck her, just not today.
“Help me how?”
Charlotte’s question was so soft, I almost missed it.
One corner of my lips hiked up, and my eyes filled with wicked intent. I knew she could see my expression in the mirrored doors, but I didn’t bother to hide it.
My hand slipped to the flare of her wide hip, and I dragged her closer so I didn’t have far to go when I lowered my head. My lips brushed against her ear. “By licking up all your honey until you’re clean, baby.”
Charlotte trembled, and I wasn’t sure if it was my hot breath on her sensitive lobe or my words, maybe both. Either way, her reaction was telling.
I straightened as the elevator slowed to a stop, and the doors silently parted. As we stepped into the large, marble lobby, I almost returned my hand to the small of her back. Then I thought, fuck it, and held her close as we exited the building.
* * *
I was going to fucking kill this asshole.
Gareth, the broker, had been sidling up to my woman the entire time we were here. Using stupid excuses to lean over her and point at something in the prospectus, walking closer than was professional, speaking in a low—and what I’m sure he thought was a seductive—tone.
The only saving grace was that Charlotte seemed unaware of his attentions, but she instinctively stepped away or even walked over to stand beside me when he got too close. I was doing my best to give her what she wanted and keep things professional, but if this kept up, I would more than likely toss him through one of the large windows that made up the exterior walls.
“You really seem to know your stuff, Charlotte,” Gareth said in that tone that made me want to gag and punch something—namely him—at the same time.
“Ms. Kennedy,” I growled.
His glance my way held a touch of hesitancy, but then Charlotte asked another question, and he refocused on her. After answering her, his eyes slid up and down her body, and my hands clenched so hard, my knuckles cracked. “Body and brains. You’re the whole package. I can see why you’re moving up in the world.”
Son of a bitch. The thread of patience I’d been clinging to snapped, and I stalked over to Gareth—what a pussy name—and wrapped my hand around his throat, then walked him backward until he slammed into a window. “What the fuck did you just say, asshole?”
He tried to answer, but my grip was tightening and cutting off his air supply. “Setting aside the fact that you're hitting on my woman”—his eyes went wide, and my lips curved into a deadly smile—“yeah, you’re that fucked. But even if that weren’t the case, I should toss your ass off the roof just for speaking to any woman that way.”
“Rhett.” Charlotte’s voice was calm, and her use of my first name, as she placed a hand on my arm, cut through the red haze. I squeezed the fucker’s throat a little tighter as I turned my head to look down at her. “He’s scum, but he’s not worth the trouble that will follow if you hurt him.”
My jaw hardened, and I clenched my teeth. Gareth was clawing at my hand, coughing and sputtering. Charlotte’s expression turned earnest, and she gave my bicep a squeeze. “Please.”
There weren’t many things that Charlotte could have said to drain my rage, but her plea in that sweet voice did me in. I tossed Gareth to the side like a rag doll and bent over him to threaten, “If I hear even a whiff that you’re still treating women like your own personal sex toy, I will come for you. And Charlotte won’t be there to save your sorry ass.”
He nodded as he coughed and sucked in great big gulps of air. I stood back up and dropped my arms around Charlotte’s shoulders, grateful when she didn’t protest. I needed her near to restrain me from giving in to the desire to go back and beat the living shit out of that motherfucker. We started to walk past him, and Charlotte hesitated. I gave her a questioning look, and she smiled reassuringly before stepping away. Before I could even process what was happening, Charlotte had stalked over to the crying nitwit and shoved the pointy toe of her shoe right between his legs.
He howled in pain, and I grinned at her as she returned to my side and took hold of my hand.
“Baby, that was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.”
3
Rhett
Two months later
I glanced at the clock as I fell naked onto my bed. Today had been a bit of a clusterfuck, and I didn’t want Charlotte to be pissed at me. It was just after eleven, so I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and settled back against a pillow before sending her a text.
Me: Sweet dreams, baby.
My woman: You didn’t hear it, but I just snorted.
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